Exploring a Scottish myth.
It’s April 2007, and in a quiet corner of the internet, a video is uploaded to YouTube, a site still in its infancy. In its shaky, pixelated images we see a man with an oil-blackened face lying prone on the ground in blue workwear overalls. ‘Where’s the rat?’, the cameraman asks, and as if on cue, the man picks up a dead-looking rodent before placing it carefully between his teeth. This, we are told, is the legendary Catman of Greenock.
The 2007 footage sparked an online bogeyman frenzy, with the most popular explainer video made by, of all people, shit-poster and failed UKIP party candidate ‘Count Dankula’, he of pug-Nazi-salute infamy. By 2015 a Facebook page had been created in the Catman’s name, where people posted selfies, Catman-themed Hallowe’en costumes and memes.
In the seventies, long before the story fledged into an amorphous urban legend, numerous locals attest to having grown quite used to seeing a man eking out a living in a concrete pipe in a wooded area off Scott’s Lane. He crawled, had a distinctive coating of grease or oil on his face, and sported a scar on the top of his head. His habit of looking after a clowder of feral felines earned him the sobriquet.
Many say he was a Russian sailor who abandoned a ship docked in Greenock harbour due to poor mental health and fighting with other crew members. Whether true or not, the sailor story has a ring of credibility: Greenock had been a major port up until the seventies. Shipyards also kept cats to control the local rodent population, and certain yards were said to employ someone to look after a team of maritime mousers. The Catman emerged just as the town’s shipbuilding industry began its inexorable decline. With the vestiges of its naval history still lingering, I took a trip to Greenock to find out if the Catman was really real.
I’m standing in a B&M car park in the town centre, waiting for a storyteller named Paul Bristow to arrive. He pulls up and waves me over to his car. He shakes my hand as I jump in, and soon we’re chuckling as he tells me that young people recognise him in the local Tesco’s as the ‘Catman guy’ from the various documentaries he’s appeared in.
Paul parks up just off Scott’s Lane, the juncture between the city centre and the East End, to trace part of the old route he used to take to his granny’s flat as a child. The lane is all razor wire and corrugated iron, broken bottles and smashed concrete on cobbles. There’s no sign of the concrete pipe, just a bosky hinterland between the road and a bus garage. There’s something peculiar about recognising such a nondescript location from its digital likeness, as if this were just another tourist attraction.
‘He was genuinely real, I’m not making that up – lots of people, including myself, saw him when we were growing up in the eighties,’ Paul explains.
We get back in the car and scoot past decladded high rises, old sugar warehouses, palatial townhouses and the looming Clydeport crane.
It’s immediately obvious that the 2007 video wasn’t filmed in the shrubby territory of the Catman, but rather on gravel, similar to that found in Wilson’s garage. Paul admits that the man in the video cuts a striking likeness to the Catman of his memory, but all I can focus on is the stark, white skin around his eyes where the oil hasn’t been properly applied, and a beard that looks slightly stuck on. Every sighting from 2007 onwards looks perfectly posed, the placement of the rat just so, the clothes in too good a condition to belong to a man who crawls around in the mud on all fours – not to mention their similarity to a mechanic’s overalls.
Local sightings had in fact petered out long before the video emerged. Theories abound, but no one knows what happened to him. It was into this void that a copycat appears to have crawled, someone who remembered him well enough to LARP with enough verisimilitude.
Paul doesn’t begrudge this, nor that a new generation is discovering the story anew with frothy short-form abandon. The videos have always made me feel a bit uneasy; while locals remember the Catman as harmless, TikTokers delight in the fanciful and paint him as a frightful figure – repackaging his suffering into entertainment.
‘Whether that’s the same person that’s in the video from 15 years ago is almost irrelevant… it’s definitely irrelevant to me, because what’s important is the fact that the story’s been retained,’ Paul explains.
We’re standing at the modern waterfront development, struggling to square the sight of a luxury cruise liner with the grim statistic that Greenock town centre sits at the top of the points table in a league nobody wants to take home the trophy for – the Scottish Index of Multiple Deprivation.
‘We’re nearly at the point where the Catman as a character, as an individual, as a person, as whatever, has been around for about 50 years now,’ Paul says, staring off into the shimmering brackish waters.
The Catman content machine has unthreaded an integral skein in his mythology – a truth found wanting despite all the work of those claiming to seek exactly that. In video after video, we see an dissatisfactory sketch at odds with the less entertaining reality: good people looking after a vulnerable man for decades, regularly checking in on him, bringing him takeaways, and putting tins of cat food down for his companions – until one day he just disappeared. That spirit of kindness, of a community looking out for one another in spite of all the hardship – that’s the story of the Catman of Greenock I’ll be retelling.
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